Lyle informed me yesterday, when he was oh-so-close to finishing his veggie garden pathways that he was a few bricks shy. I told him I've known that from day one. But in light of his current dilemma, we brainstormed. We considered pouring concrete and having our kids put in their handprints. That would have worked and been quite sweet. But then we looked at our large pile of brick scraps and Lyle had the brilliant idea of putting them to work in the form of a mosaic.
Our compost bins are lucky to be graced by such a masterpiece.
It makes me think that being a few bricks shy just makes life rather interesting.
P.S. The pathways are amazing. Photos coming soon.
The family vernacular for tidbits of food left on a plate after a meal, as in, "I'll give my scravings to Charlie," or "I CAN have dessert. This is just scravings." It seemed an appropriate word for the little morsels thrown out on our blog. Sometimes tasty, sometimes destined for the dog dish.